Act One, Scene Three

[aipsylon]

V'rol was watching and As he lunged he calmly stood. As the man composed himself V'rol took his seat immediately regretting that decision as the doctor very closely as she allowed her hand to be taken by the prisoner. He would have to make certain to review prisoner interaction protocols with the senior staff fortunately nothing came of it, but such contact could have proved quite dangerous to her physically. The speech was one he deemed an attack of its own nature but one he would leave to the counselor to contend with at a later time.

Dispassionately watching from his standing position he stepped to the side of his seat, no intentions of seating himself after the pair of outbursts. As he talked about how he could not possibly understand V'rol simply filed away that the man was not aware of Vulcans and how they suppressed their emotion. How every moment was a contest of asserting their will over their emotions. As he continued his rant the man's obsession became more and more clear to him. The man speaking on the final moments. It was no sooner than he finished speaking that V'rol spoke up once more.

"You had no choice but to kill her. An outcome that you have deemed contrary to your goals. A failure to succeed in extracting that piece of information from her. This is defined as failure. I fail to see why such is something worthy of bragging about. It it not logical, unless there is more that you failed to disclose of course a way of extracting the information from her after her death that you managed to accomplish." He raised an eyebrow as if inquiring to see if that were the case.